He held me close, as a friend. Each of us needed comfort and support. We knew our faults and graces, no need to deceive. He knew my heart and I his. I wanted to know him forever.
Not of the deepest love, but closer than what exists now. Hands have not forgotten what time has sundered. I see his eyes.
In the madness he held me. Nothing else mattered.
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This came from a dream about someone I want to know. Upon review it also fits someone I *do* know. The only difference is love. The one I know has my deepest love. That love is my foundation. But should love be subjected to partiality? Although we may love differently, love is still love.
That deepest love may extend to all. Do I not fight for its existence?
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